by J. Mesa
There are a lot of things in this world that I just don’t get. I don’t understand the appeal of the Chick Flick, furthermore, I don’t understand how a woman can spend $500 on a pair of shoes, yet not even pay attention to the price of gas. I don’t get why so many U.S.-Americans pay more attention to American Idol than American politics. And could someone please tell my how in the H-E double-hockey sticks Paris Hilton is famous?
I guess I do get sports a little more than the whole 27 Dresses thing, but even in sports sometimes I just sit there, mouth agog, truly wondering what the hell they are thinking. Case in point: Man-Ram vs., well pretty much every MLB team and the American economy.
I love springtime baseball because the MLB picks up right when my NFL withdrawal is at its most unbearable. I understand that there is always spring-training drama, but when Man-Ram declined a $25 million offer for one season to play with the Dodgers, I was at a complete loss for words. I understand that every ball player wants a long-term deal, but if it hadn’t been for the way “Manny being Manny” turned out in Boston, he might be deserving. But as Manny was shipped off to LA at the end of last season, on the BoSox dime, it was clearly an indictment of his character rather than an endorsement of his ability.